I Sense the Divine

I cannot just come, and go as I please anymore.

Like the petal of an iris

I rest in the palm of your hand.

When girls speak of faith

we speak of acceptance,

a surrender of will

to your nocturnal choosing.

I beg you to hear my plea,

to serve thee as my master and  my Lord

to know only what your will is for me

would be my desire as your disciple.

that I may be the choice of one hundred men

I would submit to them a need,

to insert their shaft,

what of music, and with it an ode to destiny.

My senses only wish to know your a*s.

To see your a*****e, and know that I am one,

whole and in harmony with a spherical God.

Only to touch your a*****e as  a woman,

that I send it as a holy blessing of my martyrdom.

To smell your a*****e,

to me is a garden  of the noses flora.

and to taste your a*****e

is to know the wonders of the stars, and the passions themselves.

It is your a*s which then is my experience,

of mind, body and spirit,

even more of my own conception.

As I can almost taste your s**t

you are creating in me

a woman whose only libido 

is to be the freed spirit of a heart that will submit

to love your a*****e and s**t as a sense of self,

and a song of our empowerment.